Ciga-Rette The Ogre (Part 4)

Two steps and crouch, three crawls and dart
She snailed the long way home
The clouds wouldn't come slight apart
No light - not cream or chrome

She felt a presence behind her
Each time she turned to look
Not leaf nor breeze nor pall did stir
Although the ground, it shook

It was all more than she could bear
Her little heart did flee
Her legs carried her in a blur
Behind her charged a scree

She was sudd'ly among each street
And alley way she knew
Above the roofs, she saw huge feet
A giant came vaulting through

Ciga-Rette The Ogre (Part 3)

The ball was fun, the ball was fair
It should have made her merry
But being not supposed to be there
Her joy was not very

The brand new dance moves all were stepped
And new intros were made
A few hearts off their feet were swept
And Dora found a mate

But Dora, she did grow tired
She found a place to rest
Sweet sleep was now what she desired
She made a couch her nest

The loud music had stopped to play
When Dora stirred again
A vacant hall, to her dismay
Was all that did remain

Ciga-Rette The Ogre (Part 2)

Now, there was a young people's gig
At a neighbouring town hall
Once in a year and always big
It got going at nightfall

Every girl wanted to go
And every boy did too
The threat of wild Ciga-Rette though
Did leave most home and blue

Our Dora did not want to miss
The pleasures of the ball
Dance with a boy; maybe a kiss
She wanted; that was all

She hid some clothes and went to bed
Even before Nora
And when the night was still and dead
She turned a night crawler

Ciga-Rette The Ogre (Part 1)

She lived with her mother and sister
Her name, they called her Dora
In their house, there was no Mister
Just mom and twin sister Nora

Nora was quiet and timid
Never too far from home
Dora, she was intrepid
Precocious, loved to roam

Near their village lived an ogre
And its name was Ciga-Rette
Hideous, hairy in a toga
It was village people it ate

Long, long before nightfall
Young and Old rushed indoors
Windows, doors, they locked them all
As Ciga came stalking outdoors

No, He is Cain!

As seen on a trotro earlier today.

(The Owner, Driver, Driver's Mate and Sprayer all couldn't spell!)

Mladic, Oprah & Other Random Questions.

Did Ratko Mladic think he'd go scot-free?
Will Africa see another war in Sudan?
Isn't Obama one of the best presidents already?
Will the world really miss Oprah?

Playing for Africa Peace in the City of Accra

On a rain-drenched Accra afternoon, when Michael Essien partly 'bribed' Ghanaians to accept him in their hearts on his return to the Black Stars, and partly put on a spectacle to appeal for peace on the continent, it was so wonderful to see Drogba and Kalusha, Ljunberg and de Jong, Ashley Cole and StepApp all play on the ridiculously sloshed field in a charity match. Somebody wondered why they did not apply to play it in Tripoli or Mogadishu or Abyei.